Last Tuesday, I started feeling pretty bad. I had a fever of just under 102 with bad body aches and chills. Just a few months ago, I developed a kidney infection early in my postpartum period. Considering these things, I gave my primary care office a call for advice. Considering my medical history, the on-call primary care doctor didn’t think it would be a good idea to wait overnight to come see them in the morning.
So, to the hospital we go…
When I got to the triage at the ER, I still had a fever and I had an elevated heart rate. They stuck an IV in each arm and drew a bunch of blood. They then tested me for COVID, the flu, and RSV which all came back negative.
When they got me into a room, the ER nurse came in and said, “Hi, I’m Katelyn. I’m going to be with you for the night.” “For the night?”, I asked pretty surprised. She looks at me seriously and says, “Yes, you’re sick. You’re septic and we’re admitting you.” She went on to explain that the infection was in my bloodstream and that they would have to work to stop it from spreading. (I later found out I had an elevated white blood cell count which further qualified me for sepsis.) I had heard of sepsis and knew it was serious. I just didn’t understand that it was life-threatening at the moment. Sepsis can be fatal.
A little back story…
I’m going to rewind just a moment. Pregnancy took me through the wringer, like the whole 9 months. It was not a good time and postpartum was even worse. Just to paint the picture- I spent a lot of my postpartum period on serious painkillers, opioids, and antibiotics. Two months before I got pregnant with Caris (my second born), I experienced my SECOND miscarriage. There has been an attack on my body. Just so you’re aware of the timeline, I’m currently 5 months postpartum so I’m not far removed from the trauma.
With all the recent struggles I’ve faced in my body, fear and worry came in like a FLOOD the moment I read the temperature on the thermometer. Hours before I got to the hospital I cried out to God for help. I couldn’t think of many words to pray so I just said, “Lord, I need something!” Meaning, I needed a word… Something to sustain me through my current suffering.
One thing the Lord has taught me in my suffering is how to suffer well. One way to suffer well is to seek the Lord FAST. Find Him in the middle of the whirlwind. Look for that standard the Lord promised to raise up.
I immediately heard, “The blood still works.” It will never lose its power. So my prayer turned into just this-“The blood of Jesus, the blood of Jesus, the blood of Jesus!”. I pled the blood of Jesus over myself and then asked my mom and all my praying friends for prayer. Trent, my husband, laid his hands on me and prayed as well.
Now back to the hospital room…
I got pumped with a bunch of Benadryl to counter allergic reactions to the iodine solution they use for imaging on the CT scan, along with some painkillers. I was alone since I had to wait for my COVID test to come back negative. They finally cleared me and Trent came into the hospital while I was on my way to the CT scan. They were sending me to check my kidneys for infection. It was very likely that I had another kidney infection and that the infection was spreading based on my symptoms and history.
Everything was trending towards this returning kidney infection but then…
The doctor enters the room with the results of the CT scan. My kidneys are clear, my organs look normal, my urine is clear, my blood is clear! My fever has reduced and my heart rate is now normal.
The doctor and nurse say, “There’s an infection but it’s not in your kidneys. We don’t know where it is but all of your results have come back clear and there’s nothing life-threatening!” They said it must just be something viral and they sent me home!
The miraculous happened right in front of us.
I was sick. I was supposed to be sick and staying in that hospital. There was evidence of an infection but all the results came back clear. Trent and I were baffled but our confusion quickly turned to rejoicing because we knew what God had done!
The enemy has tried to talk me out of this miracle all week. “Nothing was really wrong with you. It was all a fluke. God didn’t really heal you of anything serious. It must have been something else.”- All lies the enemy has tried to get me to believe but, NO. I was SICK and a few months later, I was NOT. Medical professionals were convinced that my life was in danger and in a matter of minutes, they were convinced that I was FINE.
My God miraculously healed my body. I have an amazing community of family and friends who were praying down heaven for me!!!! Because of the blood of Jesus and because of those prayers I am healthy, ALIVE, and well! God kept me and I give him all the GLORY, all the HONOR, and ALL THE PRAISE!!! 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾
Main takeaways:
- Don’t let the enemy talk you out of the miracle- the one that has taken place or the one you’re waiting to receive. Give God the glory that is due!
- The blood STILL works. Plead the blood of Jesus over you and your family. There’s power in His blood!!!!
Are you looking for more encouraging content? check out my blog post, “Are you Praying for Clarity?” here.
